This is a song about "Kush and curds"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I smoke that cali kush/

She all on my skin

Fuck`em kush se din

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Straining kush through dark nights while reigning

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods